Page 33 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
"Ah, so we're your last resort. Sorry, Killer, we're working."
"Wylder." He rolled toward her. "You're always up to hang out. Don't let Logan turn you into someone who does their homework."
Logan laughed at that. "Well, Wylder I think Killian has sufficiently killed our creative buzz. Next time let's work somewhere quieter. I have a keyboard at my brother's townhouse."
"I thought you didn't play an instrument." She raised one brow.
He winked but didn't respond.
Killian looked from one to the other. "Aren't you supposed to be at each other’s throats? If I didn't know Wylder was still hung up on some guy from the summer, I'd think there was something going on here."
Wylder scrunched up her face. "Ew, no. Logan and I totally hate each other."
Logan nodded seriously. "More like loathe really."
"Okay, good." Killian laughed. "Because Wylder is so much more fun when she's angry."
10
A D.
The first test of the class on a play Wylder had started to not hate, and she got a D. Lifting her eyes from the offending paper, she glared at Sebastian, or Mr. Cook as she forced herself to think of him.
This was what happened when they did assignments on different books than the school normally required of its seniors. It wasn't the first time she was convinced Mr. Cook didn't know what he was doing.
Yet, all around her, others talked about how well they did.
Flipping through the test, she noticed she got a lot of the questions right but then she reached the essays. Ouch. Red pen marked up the three pages she'd scribbled down as she'd run out of time.
At the bottom of the last page, it said "See me after class. I mean it this time” in big red letters. There was no more avoiding this now. She refused to let her grades slip back into mediocrity, or really, below that. This year had started out so differently. She might not be acing any of her classes, but she didn't feel lost in them either.
Wylder Anderson was not an idiot.
And she'd finally started believing it.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and Wylder didn't move.
"You coming?" Diego asked. Logan stood at his side, not saying anything. Wylder hadn't been alone with him all week since their time in her room, and she could hardly look at him, not now when he knew too much about her. Not when he no longer traded barbs with her or insulted her for the smallest things. Instead, he pitied her. At least, that was what Wylder assumed was the cause of his change.
And she couldn't stand pity.
With a sigh, she showed her test to Diego. "I have to talk to Se—Mr. Cook."
He held an uncharacteristic worry in his eyes. Diego might not understand a lot of real-life things outside of his computer, but he was the only person who knew Mr. Cook was her Sebastian.
Standing, she gave him a smile. "I'll be okay." She looked to Logan. "Will you tell Mrs. Shepherd I'm running late for ConMus class?" It was what her classmates had shortened contemporary music to so it was less of a mouthful.
"Sure." Logan turned and walked toward the door.
Diego hesitated a moment longer, his eyes searching hers, before turning on his heel and leaving her alone with Sebastian in the room. He stood behind the desk, shoveling papers into his bag. "You need something, Miss Anderson?" He looked up, his smile telling her the formality was only due to the door being open.
She held up her test. "Says I need to see you after class."
"So it does." He looped his bag over his shoulder and stepped around the desk, giving her a full view of his tall frame, so different from either of his brothers. The twins were all lean muscle, and yes, she'd admit it was hot, but there was something more mature in Sebastian's stance, something that had drawn her to him from the start. "My office?"
She nodded, knowing this day had to come. He'd been trying to talk to her for weeks—and the run didn't count because she'd been injured and trapped. Like a scared rabbit. No, a wolf. A cornered wolf. Much more dangerous.
Following Sebastian to his office, she ducked her head when they passed Mr. Tomey, her British history teacher. He gave Sebastian a warm greeting as if they were now friends.
